Gemotions

"Is that...?" Michael squinted at his phone, the screen reflecting the harsh glare of the setting sun. The name, "Brenda Miller," was emblazoned above the familiar Facebook logo. He hadn’t thought about Brenda in years, not really. Her face, the cruel way she used to laugh, flickered in his memory. He felt a coldness creep up his spine.

He instinctively recoiled, his hand pulling back from the phone. He almost dropped it. The digital world seemed to shrink around him, the walls of his living room closing in. He sat back on the couch, replaying childhood memories, the sting of her words, the sting of feeling helpless. He'd thought he’d escaped.